Greenish Yellow Songtext
Can I—
Can I just talk for a minute?
You ain't know you had to fall 'fore you finish
Midnight, we'll crawl for the winnings
You ain't know you had to ball, now did you?
I bought a Van Cleef, got two bitches workin' at the Twin Peaks
I see double so I bought a twin-suite
Helped you bubble, bitch, you shoulda thanked me
Bitch, I look like a check, you should bank me
This not chicken but they sent a eight-piece
Can I just talk for a minute?
You ain't know you had to fall 'fore you finish
Midnight, we'll crawl for the winnings
You ain't know you had to ball, now did you?
I bought a Van Cleef, got two bitches workin' at the Twin Peaks
I see double so I bought a twin-suite
Helped you bubble, bitch, you shoulda thanked me
Bitch, I look like a check, you should bank me
This not chicken but they sent a eight-piece
All this purple, you'd think we from Grape Street
We so [?], these niggas like grape sheets
Know the truth, nah, them figures can't fake me
Got a text from yo' bitch, she said, "Take me" (Me-me-me)
Sorry, lil' baby, I'm boolin'
On my own like a solo cup
Outta time, I done sold your love
Shoutout to Tiff, shoutout to Ashley, I called you a lift
Shoutout them bitches I don't know exist
'Cause I know that you still wanting this dick
I'm only givin' that ho one chance
Girl, you know I ain't goin' for that shit
'Cause I know if I ain't have this bag, you ain't goin' for none of this
Jump out the top then look at the sun
Had to say, "Bitch" but you act like one
I lost it all but I run it up
How much smoke come out these guns?
How much smoke come out these guns?
Yeah, I feel alright 'cause, baby, I'm with you tonight Yeah, I see you, why you only do that out of spite?
You know type like a wife, I'm only fallin' for your kind
I'm always fallin' from behind
She thick, she mine, I pimped her [?] up on her wrist
And she a star, I let her shine
I put too much shit on the line
These old niggas past they prime
Grab FN's, we got 9's
Get that choppa, we hit his spine now
We got opps, we cannot die now
Call her up and she gon' treat me like it's Top Gun
[?] a [?], we got the opps and we shootin' a K
Told her, "Shut up while I'm makin' these plays"
Walk how I dribble, let's call it a day
A hundred floors up, don't call it a race
We so [?], these niggas like grape sheets
Know the truth, nah, them figures can't fake me
Got a text from yo' bitch, she said, "Take me" (Me-me-me)
Sorry, lil' baby, I'm boolin'
On my own like a solo cup
Outta time, I done sold your love
Shoutout to Tiff, shoutout to Ashley, I called you a lift
Shoutout them bitches I don't know exist
'Cause I know that you still wanting this dick
I'm only givin' that ho one chance
Girl, you know I ain't goin' for that shit
'Cause I know if I ain't have this bag, you ain't goin' for none of this
Jump out the top then look at the sun
Had to say, "Bitch" but you act like one
I lost it all but I run it up
How much smoke come out these guns?
How much smoke come out these guns?
Yeah, I feel alright 'cause, baby, I'm with you tonight Yeah, I see you, why you only do that out of spite?
You know type like a wife, I'm only fallin' for your kind
I'm always fallin' from behind
She thick, she mine, I pimped her [?] up on her wrist
And she a star, I let her shine
I put too much shit on the line
These old niggas past they prime
Grab FN's, we got 9's
Get that choppa, we hit his spine now
We got opps, we cannot die now
Call her up and she gon' treat me like it's Top Gun
[?] a [?], we got the opps and we shootin' a K
Told her, "Shut up while I'm makin' these plays"
Walk how I dribble, let's call it a day
A hundred floors up, don't call it a race
